It was extraordinary, truly, the way that fate played its hands and rearranged the facts of every day life. In the blink of an eye, Diveen had been table flipped and the angels had scattered and gone on their ways. There were very few of them that had remained, but, Ambrosia was dutifully one of them and in the end it had paid off. Never had she really expected such an outcome, but, as Phaedra had made it known, there was a reason for the events happening. There was a reason Covet had taken Kane down and risen to the head of Diveen, just as there was a reason he had now stepped down and allowed Ambrosia in his place. One could call that reasoning for the 'greater good,' but that varied from individual to individual. What one considered their greater good would not have to be anothers view as well. Each mind, each life, each existence was different in this world after all, and no one two were exactly alike.

It was what kept everything going as it did, and it was a large reason for why Ambrosia was the way she was. So different and a part from her family, regardless of her stark white pelt and her angel marked shoulders. The charcoal speckles atop her handsomely slender muzzle would always make her appear more youthful than she really was. The innocence it gave her matched her very own, and her markings also inhanced the exotic brilliance that were her eyes. Brilliant violet swept across the land before her white paws that she so diligently traveled. The emerald and orange of her gaze were bright against her features, and could clearly be seen when one were close to her. Ambrosia has always been an expressive one, in mind, body, and soul. Never has she been fit to hesitate in her beliefs or her actions, and today is no different. It was just this morning when her talk with Covet had transpired, and they had come to the agreement they had and forged their alliance. Now, she was on her way to make sure she could begin to solidify such things.

Having rounded most of the Western side of the territory, it is when she nears the south that she draws close. He is still to the West, however, and thus her large white paws are slowing their movement and she makes a note for later to finish up the southern border and her duties. For now, she has other matters to tend to, and it is with a natural born confidence and kind manner that she makes to find this wolf. It doesn't take long for a smaller, snowy fourm to come into view for her, and instantly is a most kind and genuine smile adorning her features. She comes closer, but not too close, keeping ample distance of a few feet between them for her exotic eyes tell her that he is a bit nervous. She hardly wishes to make him feel uncomfortable, and so to perhaps put him more at ease she's taking a seat before him, wrapping her thick and plush white tail around her large feet. Momentarily does she clear her throat before she begins, voice so sweet, soft and kind just the same as her namesake. "You must be Solitaire. I am Ambrosia, Dove of Diveen, and it is so very nice to meet you. Welcome to my home."

The smile remains across her features even after she is done speaking, and during her words her expressive gaze has taken him all in and more. He is quite a bit shorter than her, but most wolves are, and it is not something she has ever frowned upon. And, much like her, his base coat is a splendid white, with gray markings that are more than several shades lighter than her own charcoal. She likes also the mask she spies across his face, that hold two mismatched eyes which she is eager to find with her own and hold. It is when she makes eye contact that she does her best to show him how genuine and how honest she is, for she has always believed actions and expressions may always speak louder than words. And her larger, barely thicker frame is completely and utterly relaxed. While it shows, her naturally tall stance also comes through as well, along with the way she holds herself rather straight and refined and yet comfortable all in once. At this point in her life, Ambrosia is the most comfortable she has ever been in her own skin and in her own home. Here, faced with a stranger she has only just met and must create the future with, if she wanted her family to return home once again for all to be happy.

Peace would be the ultimate result of this day, and this particular counter, and even if this did not entirely have a purpose Ambrosia would be happy to meet him all the same. She had allowed him the moments to speak if he wanted or needed them, and only after would she offer her voice again, strongly soft spoken and eloquent as ever. "May I ask you how your journey was, from your own home -- " Here, Ambrosia took a very brief pause to lean slightly forward and to scent the air that hung between the two. It lasted only a moment before she continued, as she had gathered what she had needed. "the seaside of Glorall, I do believe." She asked, simply because she genuinely wanted to know. Just as she wanted to know if he might be in need of anything; food, water, a place to nap or rest in for a time. Anything to make him more comfortable, and to see those tense shoulders of his relax. More than anything, Ambrosia was but a kind and caring soul that wanted to see all the goodness in the world.